Supersized Milkshake - WG, AE - Pt 4

MEG’S MISHAP

Gulp, gulp, gulp Meg was sucking down on her own personal tub in the lobby of Milk ‘Ems attached to a concoction she had personally whipped up. If she had made all proper additions, at least as far as she could tell based on working with Sheryl and the other girls. She made sure that all the tinctures and elixirs, as the girls nicknamed them, were added one or two more drops than Meg had seen when the girls were preparing their mixes. She wanted to push herself and didn’t want to be judged by the eyes of the women as she indulged a new fantasy that had been creeping into her mind over the last few weeks.

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Her inbox pinged over and over, all day, every day. The reviews were in - customers were happy with their ‘orders’. It was hard to ignore when ultra-busty women or towering giantesses started popping up on social media. Meg was correct to predict that most people would immediately think these were AI-generated photos and videos, but soon, there were too many accounts to be a fluke. Too many women, with too many incredible bodies to hide any longer.

Thankfully for the lovely and binding contract, not a soul who was a patron of Milk ‘Ems bespoke services had made a peep about where they had gone, and the speculation was wild. Plastic surgery, doctors’ oversight, fat transfer, and even someone speculating that this was a side effect of a new flu shot. Meg did track a sizeable increase in flu shots that winter, but alas, those men and women were left disappointed.

Meg and the girls now had to be even more careful with whom they worked as they continued testing their products. They were especially curious about how far they could push one of these concoctions, and the most exciting part of this was that there seemed to be no end in sight.

They could just keep pushing themselves and clients even bigger, until they could no longer stand or walk or fit into clothes or, hell, even buildings. That particular idea sent shivers down Meg’s crotch, which led her to tonight’s experiments.

Just how far could she go? And what was her limit?

Peaches ‘N Cream

No need for anonymity here, as we all know Meg and her specific tastes. However, she had grown quite fond of the peach flavoring Kya had developed and made it the key ingredient for this evening’s dessert. Of course, it would be the perfect title for the effects she was looking for. The sounds of the blenders and pumps working at top speed, churning out gallon after gallon of tasty treats, made the ice cream parlor sound like an industrial metalworks factory. The key with these mixtures was always volume - the more milkshakes, the better results.

Thankfully, the tanks in the back could hold nearly three thousand gallons of ice cream ingredients and were usually always full, which always gave Meg and Betty naughty ideas.

After a particular client email with some odd requests that Sherly said she would need to noodle on to create the right mix, Meg got to thinking. She spent her days and nights watching the girls cook, experiment, mix, and test all their treats. Some worked, some didn’t, but Meg was learning. Where to be careful, where to push boundaries, and most importantly, which ingredient ignited specific growth in the human body.

Each tincture sat in a row above the back wall, each organized in the colors of the rainbow, and each containing different attributes for experimentation. Meg noted which ones she’d need after watching Kya restock and reorganize them over the last week, and was ready to add her selection to her mixes.

Orange and white tinctures jostled in Meg’s hands as she walked from mixing vat to mixing vat, only adding a drop or two to each vat. It would need about 3-minutes to mix until it was fully incorporated, which gave Meg time to attach her favorite feeding hose to their main tub. She even rigged up a Bluetooth controller in her phone to release the vat’s into the final container - a high-powered pump to make sure Meg got her treat as quickly as possible.

One final check of the locks on the front door, a few adjustments on her elastic leggings, and she finished it off by moving the flimsy metal fold-out chair to the center of the room. “They won’t miss this,” Meg remarked as she took a seat and rebalanced herself. 

Meg had recently taken pride in a special purchase for this adventurous occasion. She snapped on the clamps around her feeding tube before bringing it to her face. Carefully, she clipped on the face mask to hold the tube in place. No more jaw pain from having to clench the entire feeding session, and after the new increased pump speed, she would need extra support.

It wasn’t the most comfortable, but that didn’t bother Meg. If anything, the slight discomfort made her feel like a punishment to herself for being such a horny little scamp. She could take it… But would this room?

She tried to unlock her phone with her face, but failed. I guess phones can detect glasses and masks, but not feeding tubes. She entered her password and nearly began drooling at the on-switch app she opened. If you were to scan Meg’s brain at this moment, the deepest, darkest, horniest parts would be lighting up on the screen like an EDM concert. She craved this and didn’t need to wait a second more. With a press of the screen, Meg heard the tubs come to life, and the peach-colored liquid came rushing down toward her.

The first taste was always the roughest. No matter how many times she used the tube, she always choked a bit with the first gush. The faster speed didn’t make it any easier. Meg gripped the edge of the chair, straining to handle the heavy flow of thick desserts.

Her other hand shot to her gut, stretching out to the size of a basketball in seconds. She’d gotten used to this feeling by now, but it always made her pussy gush. She let out a moan as she got into a regular rhythm of swallowing between the intense bursts of peaches and cream. She felt her skin tingle around her hips, and was proud that it was already taking effect. “Must be the higher dose,” she thought. Her hips, thighs, and ass cheeks flared out fast. The stitching of her leggings popped like a rip cord, freeing her doughy flesh in minutes.

There was still so much to go, and she could feel the chair buckling under her. Groaning almost as much as she did between gulps. She could reach beyond her belly, but only just. Only her middle finger could feel her clit, but that was enough. She rubbed her nub while squeezing her thickening thighs tighter and tighter.

Her breathing was becoming shallow from the intense flow - barely able to keep up. Meg kept amping herself, forcing herself to focus on finishing the shake. Her ass easily passed 100 inches around, with thighs bigger than her torso, and two cheeks that were perfectly round. Well, near perfect, as they morphed around the chair, swallowing it up as her cheeks reached further down to the floor.

The metal frame of the chair was bending, and that made Meg pick up the speed on her clit. “Do it! Break!” Meg screamed in her head as she had her first orgasm, shooting cum down her thighs. She rubbed them together, savoring the sensation. It was delectable, but something felt new.

Her clit - it was easier to reach. Her brow furrowed as she rubbed it again, and nearly chocked on her meal. It was far more sensitive and bigger. She rubbed it again, this time more careful. It was like a firework was going off inside her. If her mouth wasn’t covered by her feeding tube, you’d see her smiling ear to ear. “This is… unexpected…” she thought, as she doubled her efforts on her pussy. It almost felt like her lips were easier to reach, as well.

She was cumming in seconds, and she shivered from her bliss, finally defeating the rusted rivets holding the chair together. She collapsed to the floor, which wasn’t a long fall - her cheeks were easily holding her four feet off the ground now. With some careful shifting, she leaned forward and went to town on her clit.

Fortunately for her, her pussy and clit had grown again. “Mmmm fuck yes!” She screamed in her mind as she teased her clit, which was as thick as a wine cork. Her pussy lips oozed warm cum down her thighs as she grew bigger and bigger, sucking down gallons of milkshake. Meg could even slip two fingers inside, just able to reach past her bulging gut. 

She kept growing taller from her thickening behind and thighs, with an added bonus of her legs clamping down harder on her growing pussy. Another orgasm, another surge of growth - rinse and repeat.

Her pussy could easily take her entire hand at this point, and while it was difficult, if her gut wasn’t in the way, Meg knew she could probably jerk off her clit like a cock. “More! Fuck!” This was beyond bliss - this was nirvana. All she wanted was an ass that could wreck an entire room - which she was getting - but this growing clit was next level.

Her hips were nearly four feet away from her - on each side. She rubbed her ass hard into the ground, listening to the remains of the chair splinter and flatten. Her orgasms were coming faster and faster, and her pussy demanded more. She hated that there was no way to reach another bigger than her hand to shove inside herself, but it was still heavenly to rub her five-inch cock. She even got off to the idea of fucking VB with her growing member, or smothering her with her fat pussy lips. 

She was shaken from her daydream as she felt her hips graze the surrounding walls - she’d done it. She could hear the walls groan, but that was all the damage she was doing today. The machine pumping in her dessert finally hit its end, and the flow stopped. She still had more growth in her, and she could feel the mix in her belly going to work. 

She ripped the tub from her mouth and leaned as far forward as she could. Meg adored seeing her legs dangle off the ground, fully holding her body up with monstrous booty. She was wider than the narrow road outside. She came thinking of crushing a sedan under her cheeks, or pinning her mini giantess girlfriend, fully having control over her massive lover.

Meg especially loved the idea of forcing her growing pussy onto VB’s face, grinding her nose deeper and deeper into her lips. They were currently almost down to her knees, and with her gut shrinking, she could reach even more of her lips. Her clit was thick and throbbing, nearly 9 inches long. She could just nearly reach it with her lips, but she wasn’t flexible enough. However, she could slip even more of her hand inside herself, even her forearm. In and out, in and out - it was like she was being fucked by a stallion. The sensations were causing her eyes to roll back in her head as she drooled down her body.

“More!” She moaned like a zombie as she forced her arm deeper, feeling her pussy pull at it like it demanded more. She couldn’t take much more of this - she was nearing exhaustion. Thankfully, she was brought back to reality as her clit tapped her gaping mouth - she could just barely suck the tip. She went to town, slobbing over her own nob as her pussy yanked at her arm, ordering her to go deeper even though she couldn’t.

With her belly back to normal, the walls began caving in to her ass. “Yes! Do it! Break!” The walls obeyed, cracking further, but soon stopped. Her growing behind was finished, but one final orgasm was on the horizon. She forced her body to contort more to suck her clit harder and deeper - “God, is this what guys feel? This is fucking incredible!” Her cunt was past her knees, and demanding something huge to slip inside. Meg had nothing left to give, but was able to shove both arms inside. That was enough - as orgasm rang out loud enough to wake the people living above Milk ‘Ems, and everyone living in the surrounding blocks.

Meg fell backward, lying on her generous behind like a waterbed. Her pussy gushed cum, creating a pool of juices and leftover cream from Meg’s experiment. She smiled, knowing what she needed to tweak for her next test and what she wanted to test on VB.

TO BE CONTINUED!